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I wish that when you died last May,

Charles, there had died along with you Three parts of spring's delightful things;

Ay, and, for me, the fourth part too.

A foolish thought, and worse, perhaps !

There must be many a pair of friends Who, arm in arm, deserve the warm

Moon-births and the long evening-ends. 3.

So, for their sakes, be May still May!

Let their new time, as mine of old, Do all it did for me: I bid

Sweet sights and sounds throng manifold.

Only, one little sight, one plant,

Woods have in May, that starts up green Save a sole streak which, so to speak,

Is spring's blood, spilt its leaves between,

That, they might spare; a certain wood · Might miss the plant; their loss were small : But I, - whene'er the leaf grows there,

Its drop comes from my heart, that's all.



FEAR death ?—to feel the fog in my throat,

The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote

I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,

The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,

Yet the strong man must go :
For the journey is done and the summit attained,

And the barriers fall,
Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,

The reward of it all.

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